pessimistic outlooks.

airplanes make me nervous. it feels extremely unnatural to be so high above ground. i've been on so many flights now, yet i can never shake the anxious feeling i get on a plane. i tend to over-analyze and think too much. if the plane suddenly stops working, everyone's going to die even if you're above water. the impact of the ocean from such a high altitude is the same as falling onto a slab of concrete. it's why so many people die from jumping off the golden gate bridge. the same thing won't happen if you're in a train, car, or boat. if any of those stop functioning, there's still a likely chance of survival. i'm a paranoid person by nature.

i hate smell of airplanes. how many sick people have breathed that same air that's being recycled through the over-active air conditioning of the person next to you? for that reason, i never try to turn it on; it's always cold enough anyways. having cold air blasted at your face makes the smell even worse. instead of being the faint smell of sweat and coffee blended together in an unharmonious scent, it feels as if you're standing next to your brother who had just run a mile in 50 seconds drinking 5 day old coffee. what makes this even worse is if the person next to you is extremely overweight and is eating mcdonalds or some other deliciously aromatic food. first of all, that person is not only taking up his own seat, but he's also starting to spread right over to your own personal space. plane seats are small enough, thank you very much. then, soon after his body mass is infringing on your seat, the smell hits you. now it smells like sweat, moldy coffee, & food containing a disturbingly high amount of trans-fat. i know this from experience.

i'm probably going to call truck to whine about this some more even though i already did with saab. i'm glad my friends can put up with me & all of my complaints. i'm leaving tomorrow morning for heathrow airport. by the time i get there, it's gonna be night.